Just a guy with a blog (or five) and a love of film, liquids and words. Like WSB, I eat images. Like everybody else, I keep getting older; I just happen to write about it, from a particular angle, on the internet where everybody can see. Sometimes people pay me to write things. I also make little mov
There is a particular grunt, sputter, and song in a Heaney poem: "Perch on their water perch hung in the clear Bann River/Near the clay bank in alder dapple and waver." This is another poet in love with his language -- specifically, the cadences of the Irish tongue. The sounds of clattering, bumping,
Plato was a divided soul. Torn between reason and passion, he gave birth to a philosophy marked by disconcerting duality. On the one hand, Plato was an artist and a poet: he encased his concepts in mystifying myths and slippery metaphors, worked out arguments in the form of dialogues rather than dry
History begins with the invention of writing -- the rendering of the world in concrete form. Writing removes the guesswork, the slippage, that comes with oral traditions. When Homer sat down to record the legends he had heard throughout his life, he not only initiated literature, but also began the h